At the top of the mountain was the mouth of the cave. He had placed a metal ladder for people to come down without the possibility of falling. My daughter just saw this gap by everyone was going, low voice said: "no." - Yes, "I said we have to go there as all other parents and other children.
Then, changing his voice, taking the solemnity of the great lessons I added.
- must cope with the fears.
We went down the ladder to the cold atmosphere of the cave. My daughter was shaking with fear and excitement my child. I, in the middle, shaking the uneven rhythms that I came from them. On the walls were carved spaces for placed candles and a cautious mother had brought, he had on. The cave seemed to tremble with cold the motion of the shadows that the fire occurred.
- must cope with the fears, this time I thought to myself, as my girl said no to a voice that could barely hear and my son said yes with all the force of his lungs. Yes that affected all of white stone walls.
After a narrow tunnel and had to walk hunched over, had a kind of room. One parent stood there the underground tour to explain why I do not know anything about history or geology. The breath of 10 children with their parents exhausted air.
- Here we do not fit - I said.
- Y think that people lived here a thousand years ago - said a father at my side.
And then just think of those people blocked my nose. Suddenly it was as if cold air stone had become unbearable. I looked at my husband and said quietly so no one heard - and also because the glottis on the verge of sealing the throat, there was little that I could speak, "Let's go from here.
just turned around, my daughter said "yes" with her little voice and retreated. My son said "no" to your vocezota and refused to walk. Separated from the group meant to stay in the dark. My husband tried to illuminate the narrow tunnel with the light of your cell phone. The candles were placed at the entrance were nearly consumed. My son refused to move, did not want to go. Me no air coming in through the nose, like a thick mass of cold and ancient voices. He was about to cry myself into the narrow space of the stone tunnel, dark and ultimately blindness, with a breathable air, occasionally lit by the dim blue light of a cell phone. And to think that people lived here a thousand years ago - was repeated this phrase in my memory. He was about to cry myself, but I thought of my children. Must cope with the fears - and I said to myself I swallowed the cry, held my breath, I pulled my son and I walked, I walked, I walked into the light.
'm claustrophobic. I can not stand the tunnels or caves, and slides closed.
And I have another phobia I do not know what it's called: I can not stand being in a place where people have had to live in an inhuman, hidden, crouching. No matter that this has happened for thousands of centuries. I hate the catacombs, dungeons, ruins, destroyed or abandoned houses, medieval castles. I close all airways just think the people who suffered in these areas and only causes me to scream and shout and scream.
When we left that hell, avoiding any questions, complaints, or great moral teaching, said:
- Come on, let's buy a few baskets of chocolate - and we went running to chase the ice cream cart.
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